Lyrics of the train to winter by Pu Shu

When the train whistle rings, my mind wanders to the night

There is only a platform in front of me without you to see me off

Far away from the city and you drenched by your tears

I'm leaving now. Don't send me. I'm thinking about you

This is a train for winter

There is no poem outside the window, only the far away platform

Eyes galloped out of the window back to the days when there were no steps

Yesterday was bittersweet, and I had to leave the plain land

Wandering eyes on the wall

The lonely map has been spread out, I don't want to go Yes

Little by little, my love is waiting

I leave your pillow bit by bit, my road has been in the mountains

Tomorrow is a small town without love, I will pick up my winter silently

Where is the field where I used to graze

I know there is a lamp in the distance praying for me

And do you know that my sweat will drown the cold foreign land

Oh, don't cry, my love. Please send me a sickle soon

Let me come back to reap your tears and let us be happy again Yes

Little by little, my love is waiting

I leave your pillow little by little, my road has been in the mountains